[Finwe]

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Elrond? No, my fair cousin.
If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
Eru's will, I pray thee wish not one man more.
By Elbereth I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It years me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, 'faith my coz, wish not a man from Aman.
Eru's peace, I would not lose so great an honor
As one man more, methinks, would share from me,
For the beest hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Elrond, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Fingolfin.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand o' tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Fingolfin (for lack of a better name)
He that shall see this day, and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
And say "Tomorrow is Fingolfin's day."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
Gil-galad the King, Cirdan and Elrond,
Gildor and Glorfindel, Celeborn and Amdir,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son,
And Fingolfin Finwion shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world.
But we in it shall be remembered---
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers,
For he that today sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Aman now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their elfhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Fingolfin's day.

(Wow, that was long!)